Entangled with My Cousin's Fiancé
Chapter 362: Do You Still Remember Your Brother?

Chapter 362: Chapter 362: Do You Still Remember Your Brother?

Cooper turned back in confusion, "Teacher Adams, is there something else?"

"Yes, Mr. Coldson, I have some good news to share with you." Elsie glanced at Little Gabriel, "Today, Gabriel made a friend at kindergarten."

"Really?" Cooper was clearly surprised.

This kindergarten was custom-designed for Little Gabriel. As of today, Gabriel had been attending it for fifty-four days.

When Gabriel was two years old, he was diagnosed with autism, later followed by another condition...

Cooper had always felt deeply guilty. Even though the doctor said Gabriel’s conditions were congenital and not related to his upbringing or environment, as a father, whenever he thought about the challenges Gabriel might face in life, he felt immense pain.

He had spent a long time traveling across the world, searching for ways to cure his son’s conditions, or at least give him a better life. However, he also had a selfish hope—he firmly believed that Yolanda Greenwood was still alive.

Yet, he had achieved almost nothing. Neither of Gabriel’s conditions had a complete cure, and he had found no trace of Yolanda.

After returning to China, Cooper connected with domestic and international experts to establish this kindergarten. The principal and teachers here were all specialists in child psychology. He hoped Gabriel could experience as happy a childhood as possible.

However, after Gabriel started kindergarten, he still refused to interact with any of the other children. He seemed to live in his own little world—or rather, he had shut himself within it.

Gradually, Cooper had let go of the hope that Gabriel would open up, but he hadn’t expected to receive such joyous news today.

Elsie nodded, "This is a very good start. Who knows? Maybe in the future, Gabriel will make even more friends."

"Thank you, Teacher Adams, truly." Cooper suppressed his excitement as he left the kindergarten.

As soon as he got into the car, he couldn’t help boasting to Richard Reyes, "Guess what? My son made a friend at kindergarten today."

"Really?" Richard was equally excited. His face, after long-term treatment, had mostly healed. Although there were still subtle differences from an average person, they were hardly noticeable.

"Yes, Gabriel did so well." Cooper seated Little Gabriel beside him properly.

Little Gabriel still kept his head down, ignoring his overly cheerful father. Carefully, he moved his hand forward.

Cooper remembered what Elsie had mentioned earlier. He noticed that Gabriel seemed to be clutching a piece of wet tissue in his hand, and he reached out to help him manage it.

"Ah!" Unexpectedly, Gabriel became agitated and bit Cooper’s hand at the thumb webbing.

"Hiss..." Cooper inhaled sharply from the pain but didn’t force Gabriel to let go. Instead, he tried to soothe him, "Gabriel, don’t be scared. Daddy just wants to help you remove the melted candy..."

As he spoke, he could feel Gabriel biting down even harder.

He quickly detected his son’s emotions, "Okay, okay, Gabriel wants to keep the candy. Daddy understands. Daddy won’t throw it away, I promise. Let go now, okay?"

Over the years, Cooper himself had become something of a psychologist.

Sure enough, after hearing those words, Gabriel slowly let go. His eyes were red as he looked at Cooper.

The bite marks on Cooper’s hand stood out clearly, already showing faint traces of blood. Yet, he still smiled at his son, "It’s okay, Daddy doesn’t hurt at all."

Gabriel pulled his gaze back and looked at his hand but showed no intention of opening it.

Cooper took out his phone and sent a text to Elsie: Hello, Teacher Adams. May I ask where Gabriel got the candy in his hand?

Elsie replied instantly: It’s from his new friend.

She added another message: Is something wrong? Did you manage to clean it?

Cooper replied: No, Gabriel really likes the candy. Sorry to trouble you, Teacher Adams.

All the way home, Gabriel tightly clenched his fist, staring unblinkingly at his hand, as though afraid the candy might fly away.

After getting out of the car, Cooper asked him, "Gabriel, do you like eating this candy?"

Gabriel nodded, then shook his head.

Cooper knew Gabriel’s eating habits—he didn’t like candy. Judging by his behavior, it seemed Gabriel cherished the friend who had given it to him.

Unable to contain his happiness, Cooper suggested, "Gabriel, if you keep holding the candy like this, it’ll melt."

Gabriel’s expression shifted; he was clearly anxious.

"We can put it into a clear box and store it in the refrigerator. That way, Gabriel can still see it, and it won’t melt. How does that sound?"

Gabriel was visibly tempted, his eyes struggling as he looked at Cooper.

Cooper raised his hand solemnly and promised, "Daddy won’t throw the candy away, I swear. Otherwise, Daddy will skip dinner as punishment."

Gabriel finally nodded.

Cooper immediately instructed the housekeeper to bring a transparent food container—a small, clear glass jar.

Crouching down in front of Gabriel, Cooper held the jar, "Let’s put the candy inside together, okay?"

Gabriel nodded again.

Thus, father and son carefully worked together, transferring the candy from Gabriel’s palm into the jar, which was then sealed securely inside.

When Cooper handed the jar to Gabriel, he noticed a visible joy in his son’s eyes. In that instant, Cooper recalled the night Yolanda had carried Ella back to the old house.

Back then, both children had lay in the crib, and he had seen the same kind of joy in Gabriel’s eyes.

Cooper sighed gently and stroked Gabriel’s head tenderly, "Don’t worry. Daddy will definitely find Mommy and Ella."

Meanwhile, Yolanda returned home with Little Ella in her arms. Ella immediately went into chatterbox mode.

Yolanda was busy preparing for a jewelry exhibition, while Ella trailed behind Lola Gold, talking endlessly.

"I made a new friend at kindergarten today. He’s so pretty. He doesn’t play with anyone else—only with me."

Lola shook her head, "It seems even kids these days care about appearances, judging people based on their looks."

She lightly pinched Ella’s chubby cheeks, "A little beauty like you—everyone must be scrambling to be your friend."

"My brother is very pretty too," Ella said in her sweet baby voice.

"Brother?" Lola froze, instinctively glancing in Yolanda’s direction. Seeing Yolanda seemed unaware, she let out a breath of relief.

Lowering her voice, she asked Ella, "Do you remember your brother?"

"My brother?" Ella tilted her head, "Do I have a brother?"

"..." Lola hesitated for a moment before asking, puzzled, "Then who were you talking about just now?"

"The pretty boy at kindergarten, of course," Ella replied matter-of-factly, then questioned Lola in turn, "But who was the brother you mentioned just now?"

At that moment, Yolanda happened to walk over.